La Mandoza Celebration
For our Artist Mandoza, Eaton Inc baby
La Mandoza Celebration
Sssshhhhh as I silence all applause
Let my tribute be as legendary
As the undisputed hit maker
Born from the ghetto but his
Voice would echo louder in the
Suburbs broke barriers between
Race as in the proverbs
10th chapter of his life many still
Try capture his style a celebration
Is he to us as a treat an inspiration
Is he to them in the street
The more his aim doubled the more
His fame got him into trouble I guess
In most success stories behind it had
A no access glory pass
A nation shuns away what it first
Embraced as a genies as the media
Feeds a no lenience picture
He made a way for some Artistic
Figures and prepared the path
For more to join the spotlight
A few imitators many wannabees
But only 1 MDZ
Adapts to any type of genre his
Colabs is what sparks and ignites
The others fire to flames
Flawless for his awardships
Historical affirmation RSA is just
His beginning all roots trace
Back from when he took kwaito
Crowned as a superstar outshined
The lifespan of the 2year artist plan
Media man you pay your respects
Then denounce and exaggerates
With all your interviews we enter
To view your vendetta against
Ones bread & butter our artists
live by the media and die by the media
exposure clearly allowed us to celebrate
Mandoza 10 chapters marks a victorious
Reign much props for raising the
Standards and for the cross over
Over to making that little township
Kid believe he can make it to be the
Next you unconsciously created some
Protégé which you never hear off
Your passion and drive dominates the
Stage your focus and prestige in
Music portrays a story of a man
Called Mandoza
The moving art
Title: The moving art
Inspired by: Music
From church choirs, competitions, live performances and recordings.
Plain beats, healing voices, pianos and karaoke’s,
The power of this art will let loose of your pasture keys.
From Tina Tarner, Celine Dion, right up to Alicia Keys.
It was designed to entertain and uplift, Never to stress and confuse
Nod, step, shake or jump, it’s up to you, you can choose.
This is sensory stimulating power you can hardly refuse.
Whether Soul, Funk or Rock, just put on your dancing shoes.
Start moonwalking in memory of the late Michael Jackson.
Put your fingers in the air as we salute Elvis Presley.
Dance with our Fathers as we respect Luther Vandross.
Jive to that melody in memory of Miriam Makeba.
Just to give you some taste of this special art,
From generation to generation the list is endless.
Since the 60’s, 70’s, right up to the 80’s.
As the current generation we still holding the light.
As Marshal Mothers stands small within Hip-Hop fusing black and white.
Now the whole S.A nation is dancing to Kwaito through Mandoza
Don’t get lost…Stay with me.
It’s just the beautiful MUSIC!!!
Music for Obama
The concept of life over which only the awaken mind hears is simply out of bounds merely because the lyrics were written by Saramago
Poetry and poems…codified behaviour unlike proper structured clocks…piles of broken papers…speechs exposing unparallel blocks…
Pass and disagreement follow the same pattern as the instrument (al) drunken's those who have 'change' as a 'fear' enemy…what a m'ss!
She is
She is the color of sound,
That evolves with time, Taming my darkest cloud,
She is the art of rhythm,
That soothes wisdom, embracing inspiring poems,
Cleans her songs and tell it’s agonies,
Of Lucifer’s envies
And the language gods speak.
When she is spiritual,
Indeed her power is lyrical
She bares no miracle, no dimensional mental mineral,
Will not snatch your heart like a pentagram wearing criminal,
She is simply truth that dries tears in funerals,
A harmony of birds and the humble soul of wildest animals,
She is the timeless gospel giving life to the rivers of eden,
Her downfall is lust,
Self praise and deceiving lies,
The gluttony of diamonds becoming a must,
Her sins un-judged, bound by the earth she trusts,
her cries muted by ungifted tongues,
for it’s no longer about her art,
just an empty train lost in the middle of a broken heart,
Her future is holy, a great glory in an epic story,
Born under the beds of Babylon towers,
Where Jezebel spilled wine from a golden chalice,
She ascends from the voice of an emperor’s daughter
Her rhythm is that of the angel of sunset
her voice heard as far as east of Tigris
Where mocking birds will be last seen,
she will rise, till we realize,
that she is the reason Solomon was wise
to eventually sing the song of songs
in the kingdom of the king of kings
and become the purpose of her own creation
She is
Music….
My Music
A beautiful song for the deaf came over the radio today
I mused;almost in awe I saw the notes play in my mind.
Perfect every note came into play as if angels wrote it for me to see.
Peaceful assurance was meant for me.
Music in its essence gave me the tranquillity to be me
Dancing like a childlike being
The chaotic words of the music –my utterance to it like a fool
Music; muse to all who heard its sweet remedy for the soul to heal
Music make me feel,
makes me be,
makes me see this thought clearly
Serene angels spread their cherub wings
To give a show for those who are treated unfairly
Speak music ! for they do not know what they miss
Bring them on the path of eternal bliss
Listen with your whole being
Music will do the rest ,
results to be seen
Music muso,master,mistress to many
I tip my hat for you ;giving me the chance to be happy
Music
Outspoken totem;Majestic vocals which are appreciated by locals,internationally praised.
The rectifier of broken homes,broken hearts,broken souls,when words from a harmonious song echos in their eager ears opens chambers in their hearts
Opens chambers which enclosed peaceful gardens that wil bring sanity and peace to their lives…MUSIC!
Sometimes when playing resembles resolutions reached after wars,bringing smiles to frowned faces,peace to the hearts that were pacing….
The peaceful tyrant that can evoke emotions facial expressions depicting happiness,sadness,loneliness or maybe…
bitterness…MUSIC!
Songs in the background when marriage proposals are made,
Songs sang when the deceased are buried in their eternal graves…
Escalating emotions of listeners cause of moribo le morithito from music that makes people dance as if they are
in a trance…
MUSIC IS THE TRUE REPRESENTATION OF THE POWER OF VOCALS!
us today
today all i can see music is a trand,not love
everybody wants to sing without the heart,but with expectations of stardom
even those who play it,someone does not play want play
instead you can hear thier sound system blaring to somthing they event hearind the meaning
i'm ashamed of my generation,wich does not have soul for music
only lust of being seen hearing to wats in at da moment
dnt let fashion bitter your taste of music,play that hugh masekela
bump and jive to that mfazi omnyama dnt care,
life is yours so let lose and nod your head to jimmy dludlu
come on let the hotsticks in you come out to play,
next time before u turn that music ask yourself,do u like or do we like it
I have tried to forget…
I have tried
but I can’t
I’m sorry
I just can’t
get over the eighties
the Human League
haunts me.
I told myself not to play
but I made the mistake
and the past, yesterday’s intrigue flooded
“I hear colors black and red,
I’ll never read those books again”
yes that’s playing
I have not stolen it
I cannot handle
the missing pieces
of the eighties.
“don’t turn out the lights…
or I’ll go over the edge.”
the synth pumps
“I hear darkness…”
the organ, the synth, synth synth
that reminds me of Baffoni, and rowing, and
school
and,
“the things that dreams are made of”
the timing of this song in my youth
is stuck
forever
that tape, I played it again and again
and now it will never leave me
“ New York, ice cream…
TV, travel, good times”
Norman, Western Johnny, Johnny good times…”
TV games
Nintendo
eighties
I cannot listen anymore
It slays me
It was too good,
….!
24 May 2007
The Uncontrolable Beat
The music pumps through my veins
Releasing all my worries and pains
My body is overtaken by the powerful beat
As I uncontrollably move my feet
Making me feel so alive and free
I want this feeling to last forever in me
Queen
I still feel your spirit
you were the other one who bit the dust
some say you faggot
your passion, lust, music your life
no judgement, not my lot
yet it was so obvious
“Queenie!”
No one says a lot
What else?
but you haunt me
“Queenie”
like so many others
Freddie, I still fret at the forgotten
While Bohemian plays
I cannot help
but remember you
and the memories you set
in three decades, and more recent
you mystical artist
Of Indian decent
who would have thought
a sad demise
HIV surprise
who would have said
vibrato rings so beautifully in your
reverberated voice
and who chose the distorted guitar sound?
And the moustache, through lips, edged round
Queen!
Mr Mercury
the barometer of music,
the forever lanced memory
from seventy and mainly eighty
then in ninety, dead
but never forgotten
still now and ahead
inside my…
Queen.
24 May 2007